The air in Her bedroom is heavy with smoke, but the fireworks are over. We sit on opposite corners of Her bed, and she leans forward, burying Her face in Her hands. I watch Her shoulders rise and fall with each breath, first in slow measured cycles, then building up into more pronounced, irregular jerks. She begins sobbing, and there’s nothing I can do to pull Her back to me, into my arms. Her face is flushed and the tears are pouring out of Her eyes so fast that I can’t wipe them away, so I just sort of rock Her back and forth, kiss Her forehead. I want so badly to tell Her it’s going to be all right, that I’ll leave the band and forget this silly crusade. I want to tell Her that I am ready to settle for this life, that she is all I will ever need in the world, and that we’ll never be apart. I want to tell Her that I will protect Her forever.
But none of that would be the truth.
So I don’t say anything at all.— Gray
I want to be the girl that someone misses with their whole heart.
I want to be adored.
I want someone to fight to keep me because the thought of losing me would tear them apart.
I want to be respected.
I want to be trusted.
I want to be loved so hard it hurts.
I miss you from time to time.
Today is one of those days.
I miss you so much.
But I don’t miss you enough.
The best thing you ever did was stop talking to me.
Needle & thread.
want need you to put me back together.
“I don’t think we should be friends anymore.”
“Are you serious?”
“Fuck you then.”
“Same to you,” he says.
I know he doesn’t mean it. He will always love me.
prejentious asked: i wish i could remember to look at your blog more often. you hardly ever post things but when you do they sound exactly like things i'd say. i bet we're part of the same soul. just different bodies. how's that thing called life been treating you, miss?
Writers block has gotten the best of me. The words don’t flow like they used to. So sad.
Same soul…yes. I feel like we should keep in touch somehow. Via e-mail, facebook, something. Thoughts?